Minghui glanced at the dazed and seemingly otherworldly Jin Lian Maha and immediately had a conjecture, thinking to herself:
"It seems that the Immortal let us off this time. Otherwise, how could Master have escaped so easily? This Immortal must not want others to know about his actions at Wangyue Lake, hence the erasure of memories. If I don't know what's good for me and keep talking, I fear both master and disciple's lives won't be spared."
Therefore, watching Jin Lian Maha's confused expression, she pointed at the dilapidated Golden Hall and respectfully said:
"Disciple injured her magic artifact outside and came back to ask Master to see if there is a way to repair it."
Having been wreaked havoc upon multiple times, the Golden Hall at the foot of the stairs was ready to collapse. Jin Lian Maha glanced at it and cursed:
"I'm not some artifact-refining master, what use is there for me to look? Go back and watch over the south!"
